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[mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) PLENTY ( TAGGED ) EMILY/SAVANNAH ( STATUS ) COMPLETE "...You don't need to worry about a thing, Mason. I really like doing it!" Angela exclaimed, a bright grin melting along her features. The brunette giggled at the mic as the blonde replied, coyly, "Oh come now, Ange...first, that's what she said. Secondly, you know I'm right." Angela shook her head and spoke, as she hit a button to check their time left, "All right fine then, tomorrow let's have a bet. If I do get here before you in the station, I will...bring you cupcakes. If I'm not, then you can do whatever you want on-air next week." Mason laughed, "Fine with me. Goodbye, dahlings. It's been real." he tapped his mic off and Ange said good-bye for the day as well, as 10:30 in the morning rolled around. The blonde stood up and he spoke, "Oh Ange, how could you not expect me to do that?" Angela shook her head, "You're bad, Mason. My fiancee knows about you, don't make me sic him on you." She wagged a finger at him, and Mason laughed shortly, before grabbing his headset they wore and put it where he always did on the desk in their room for the live on-air show every morning from 5:30 till 10:30. He didn't complain, granted it was early, but he was used to running on only a few hours of sleep and then sometimes heading home to crash. Unless Troy felt like being a douche. Wrinkling his nose, he then nodded good-bye to Angela, who met up with her model-like boyfriend who nodded politely towards Mason. Heading outside, he grinned towards a few girls as he headed out into the city. He liked his job personally, but most of the time he did mind the followers sometimes who managed to recognize him on the street. Then again, bright blonde hair wasn't that hard to miss either. Not unless it was obviously and painfully dyed, but now he was beginning to sometimes make it a bit darker, like dirty blonde. Whatever, he didn't care that much anymore. Stuffing one hand in the pocket of his pants, he paused and leaned against the brick on the building he worked in. He figured he could go get something to munch on - damn - he really needed to work on getting to a moderately normal schedule. "DJ hours" Penny called them. Mason didn't care what they were anymore, they were messing with his biological clock. Heading to a coffee shop, he knew it was getting close to lunch time, but at least a coffee to get him through till noon or so. Entering the store, finding it pretty empty - thank goodness - he was in and out within a matter of minutes with the coffee. Heading to the part of the city with the little shops and places to chill, the male strolled along, shortly finishing off his coffee, before he paused in mid-stride, falling to the side like he had a headache, or his cell phone was going off. Quite contrary. He was having a "headache" but not the type of headache most people would think of. "No...not right now." he sighed, his arms falling flat to his side, the coffee cup slipping out of his hand for the brief moment he lost his nervous system as the disorder took over. After a few seconds his hands twitched and pale blue eyes rolled the moment he realized he was surrounded by humans. "Seriously?" he groaned. Humans, he hissed mentally, as he then kicked the cup underneath it, sending it flying into a nearby trashcan. Yeah, he was that good - he'd been playing soccer for over a decade now. The blonde straightened his torso and his face contorted into something with disgust. It was quite unfortunate here, with all these humans. He sneaked out of the main stream and leaned against a building that this alley led to another alleyway and their connections. Sparks flew out of a light nearby, due to his magic as he smirked. He was good now, only those few seconds were precious, vulnerable. Otherwise he was pretty damn good. Sitting down on a stone bench in the deserted alley way, he sighed before frowning as he heard footsteps. "Bloody humans." any and all notes can go here

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[savannah]

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So she had a bit of money. It was no reason to try to keep it a secret. What seemed to annoy her was the looks that she was given when her total was a little more than ordinary when shopping. Obviously if she was going to be spending this amount of money, she would have enough of it. There was no reason for people to gap at her as if she had some sort of strange addiction. She hadn't gone out by herself like this in how many years. All she wanted was some peace as she did so. Was that so hard? Apperantaly in the real world it was. She would know a little bit about the real world. Going to college had taught her that she didn't know as much as she thought she did, but it was enough to get around in the world. Now she knew better not to be so navie to the very thought that she knew everything. Still, it was ever so exciting to try to learn all the new things. She just hoped she would be able to cut out to be that teacher. Especially if she was going to be aiming for college professor someday.

Savannah decided that she had enough for one day, though she had only purchased a pair of more comfortable shoes. Instead of the god awful heels she threw away, she was wearing regular sandles, figuring that it went with the outfit just as well. She wasn't really one for trying to be all fancy and dressed up everyday anyway. Honestly, her T-shirt and jeans really stuck out in the wall of shoppers around this part of town. Most were as perked up as they could be. Shopping for something that wasn't so out of style. She found that styles changed to awfully much that it didn't make sense to try to blend in to what others thought was acceptable. She liked different, she supposed. Different didn't seem like the right word to describe what she liked. Her thoughts were more toward someone being themselves. Someone that was themself found that other people liked them too. At the same time, not everyone had a likeable personality.

For a small moment, she saw that a large crowd was coming her way, so she moved to the side a little bit to stay out of other's way. The weird thing seemed that they were all whispering loudly to each other and turned around with a point of a finger. She really tried not to easedrop, as it was extremely rude, but when one was talking that loud, she couldn't very well just go around with her ears plugged, could she? Savannah tried her hardest to block it out by focusing on twirling the one strand of hair the helplessly escaped her ponytail. Since she had insane wavy hair, it fit around her finger perfect, so she could have been twirling it for hours. It was a nervous habit she did when she was trying to concentrate. It didnt' work out, of course. The couple that walked by said something about a morning show. Savannah found that she had listened and watched both radio and telivision for a while. It was a simple way to get her mind relaxed for the day.

Ahead of her, she saw a very troubled looking individual. Almost uncomfortable as he kicked a coffeecup into a trashcan without a look of seeing if it made it or not. She saw that it did perfectly, but he didn't even seem to think twice about it. At first, those were the only thing that crossed her mind. A feeling of curiousity seemed to creep in her, but she pushed it away as quickly as it came. It was her nature to be curious, and she was very aware of that. She just had to fight it off, that was all. Fighting her habits and nature was one of the most difficult things to do, but they could truely be done. It was just a lot of hair twirling. She thought more than once if there was some sort of spell and potion, but that just seemed too easy. Savannah wanted to explore and be strong so that she wasn't going to have to rely on that if something went wrong. She wasn't the strongest witch. Things were easily messed up if not careful.

The man leaned on an alleyway before some light sparked. She ducked a little bit, her eyes high with alert. There was magic. She could feel it through her fingers. The finger twitched a little bit, giving a spark on it's own as she stared at it, clearly puzzled by the sudden occurance. Savannah tried to see if she could get the direction or flow. She wasn't even aware that not a lot of other witches could feel the magic. Savannah was sure it was like that because it had to be close. Nearby. Her head turned and saw the man she had previously been behind. Walking towards him, she saw a part of his face to discover this man was extremely handsome. Habit of course, from the old days. Savannah wanted to make a giant facepalm, but kept it in, knowing how odd that would look. The last thing she wanted to do was draw too much attention to herself. The t-shirt and jeans were bad enough for stares.

For a moment, a bit of hesitation came upon her. What was she going to say to him? She wasn't even fully sure why she was doing this. It was all in a matter of an urge telling her to go. Savannah knew her own nature and felt that things that were natural to her be explored. As she got closer, she heard his comment and tilted her head a little bit at him. "They aren't all bad." She mused in an easy soft tone, making a small smile at the stranger. "I'm sure concern will rise when the light just gave out though." Another nervous habit kicked in. Her fingers now started fiddling with the end of her shirt, just for something to give out the energy she was bottling up out there. Normally, Savannah hardly ever talked. She wasn't sure how long this conversation would carry out just because of her lack of talking, but she supposed she could see where this path lead.

SPINNING LIKE A DJ

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[mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] To be honest he wasn't entirely sure why Mason had decided to come here. It was ridiculous, surrounding him with all these humans. Imbecile. He scolded himself in his head, knowing Mason would hear that when he decided to make a comeback. Most likely soon enough. Running a quick hand through his dirty blonde hair, the warlock leaned back against the wall before he moved to a bench to regain himself. He hated when that happened, when he and Mason switched in the middle of a walk or something. It was the most inconvenient time for it to happen, but it did. Now though with the therapy, they were blending together, and Troy didn't feel like himself all the time. He hated it. He loathed it. Almost as much as he hated humans. They were pathetic little creatures, scurrying around, thinking they were the biggest and baddest thing around. Try again. Blue eyes darkened slightly before he muttered the bloody humans comment, and soon afterwards, a woman's voice could be heard. Mason's first instinct would be to blubber out some lame excuse, not him. Not Troy. The difference between them, Troy was more than happy to flirt away. And introduce himself as Troy. At least now their memories easily blended together, allowing for less awkward reunions with people. Not all bad? Hm, interesting way to greet someone, he thought amused. Amusement melted along his features as his eyes landed on her darker ones, immediately taking her in. She was about his age he figured, twenty-threeish, and lean. Pretty thing, isn't she, he thought smugly to himself. Tilting his head carefully, the blonde warlock answered, "You're right, I suppose it depends on your point of view." He cocked an eyebrow curiously, daring her to argue with him on that. It was true though, all the wars, the 9-11 attacks, most humans were bad, he knew it. And the ones that weren't bad, deserved to acknowledge who was more powerful than them. The supernaturals. Shifting on the bench he was sitting on, the male grinned coyly as he heard her secondary comment. Curiously, it was almost like...no, was this girl a witch? He wanted to try. Pushing his magic out, like a wall, he knew that if she had magic, most likely her instincts will kick in, and they would easily be able to sense each other's magic. He liked her magic though, from what he could sense. Strong, passionate. Standing up then, he spoke, "I'm Troy, and I don't think I caught your beautiful name." Oh, always the little charmer. In his own little way. Right now though, she offered amusement, and he would take it, "I do apologize for my nastiness only moments ago, I suppose I could say, my caffeine hasn't kicked in." He smiled genuinely, his eyes calculating, "Please, I hope I wasn't bothering someone as lovely as yourself." he gestured for her to sit on the bench if she so pleased. At least she wasn't human, that was a plus for her right off the bat.

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[savannah]

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As the stranger's head looked up, she saw with amazment the striking dangerous eyes that stared back at her. She held her ground steady, though a feeling of dizziness overwealmed her a little bit when he tilted his head at her. Oh dear lord, she was such a sucker for this kind. As someone she really got along with, she adored to have someone that clearly was sweet and adorable. It had been something she felt like her life was missing and desperatly needed. But this was the kind she had been dealing with all the time. The flirting only made her smile teasingly back at him. Oh this was a charmer wasn't it? Savannah now was focusing on having to concentrate, which she was both dreading and excited about. She dreaded having to watch her every move to make sure that her control wasn't lost, but this handsome man couldn't have been resisted, even with the few words he seemed to speak. She had gotten the same talk a couple of nights previous at a bar, but she had been able to fend that fiend off well handed. This if she was already starting she knew was going to be a little more difficult to stay on task and focused.

Point of view was in there, but she found that just as many supernaturals did the crimes as humans. Especially there in Manuka because probably about half of the population was supernatural. They felt they were all safe in this little city where every once in a while a hunter got lucky. Though she also knew it was unwise to underestimate her enemy. That was the worst thing she could have done when watching her back. It was only going to be taking so long before the group finally got smart enough to become a real threat to the population. In fact, she had already heard a couple of things that it had already started to happen. At the same time, Savannah knew that it was stupid to believe rumors. It was important to take note to them, but as far as believing and worrying, she had found that it was useless and about ninty percent of the time wrong. Or ninety-five. It was just wrong.

She blinked her green eyes at him, acting as if it only effected her a bit, though she was completely swooned oh so easily. This was once the girl who started out as a blushing eighteen year old at comments like that. "You're quite the charmer." She grinned, unable to hide her interest. She could pull it back some, but there was no way in any world where she would be able to hide it completely. Hiding her emotional expression to where she had a blank stare wasn't on her forte. Though those skills wern't horrible. Most of the time, she never wanted to completely hide it anyway. There was no point. She liked to play her own fun game. Even if that game included testing the points where she could go to. Oh, how was this going to end? It was always like a new mystery coming out of there.

Troy. Savannah often squeezed names together, but she was sure that she could remember that. She loved the name. It had the sort of ring to it... hard to explain. That same feeling she got when she heard a celebrity she admired or a lyric from a song she liked. That perk of interest that came at her whenever she heard it. She had a couple of other names like that as well. Troy was among them. "Savannah." She cooed lightly, almost wanting to take a hand on her shirt and sway a little bit like an old school girl fashion. Instead, her hand lay at her side as she contiuned to smile like an idiot before she lightened, realizing that she was and how stupid it must have looked. Why she was so flustered about her appearance when generally she had a didn't care about it attitude, she wasn't sure. This was really trying to impress.

In the mist of talking to him, she felt something. Like that power urge to show that he was indeed a warlock as she had supsected. The way she noticed it was the simple way of having to push it back, her physical stance stepping back a bit and the magic running through her veins flickered over. Well if he wasn't aware she was a witch before, he certaintly knew now. Why the reactions and the pulse of a wall she had felt came to her in the first place she wasn't sure. It wouldn't have done anything if she wasn't one, she supposed. A safe way to be reassuring. Savannah was good at thinking things through and solving problems quickly in her head. It had been why she was such a scolar in high school. She found herself getting back into the rhythm, but it was so much more difficult than she had pictured.

In her head, she was silently deciding that it was probably okay for her to be getting a little teasing out there every once in a while. Somewhere in that school student mind she knew that it was a pathetic excuse, but it was one that she was going to go with none the less. Nothing was going to be stopping this girl now. There was still that nagging at the back of her mind that she had seen or heard of him somewhere, but again, she couldn't put her mind on it. "Oh I'm sure you're not like that regularly." She teased a little bit, her eyes flickering brightly even with the uneven light that Manuka was giving. Even with the few moments, that smile seemed to belong to someone that woulnd't be that nasty regularly. Making assumptions were bad, but it was human nature- or erm, witch nature- to think of something. "What brings you out here?" She asked, hoping that would spark up something of talk. Talking wasn't exactally her strong point, and besides flirting, she actually didn't do it much. Which really sucked when she was trying to get to know someone but her voice just wouldn't find her. She'd rather listen. Just listen. The sound of her own voice itched at her.

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[mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7298ac 15px solid; border-left: #7298ac 15px solid;] As his head had tilted up to face the woman who had approached him, he was – and he’d admit – surprised to see how actually beautiful she was. How pretty. The blonde cocked an eyebrow quietly towards her, an expectant look falling onto her features quietly while he listened to the sounds around him. It was so weird, it was like both of his personalities were aware of everything that was happening, what was going on around him. Mason always attempted to keep a hold on the life, though most of the time Troy beat him – but not that much anymore. It always lead to some awkward conversations beforehand when they hadn’t shared as many memories as they do now. It also came with some perks, such as times with Mason had been in control and Troy wanted to have the fun, now they were able to share those experiences together, to make sure that they never forgot something. Blue eyes blinked quietly towards the woman who had approached him, and his own magic lurched forwards, attempting to clutch onto her own it seemed, as if to make a quick bond between the witch and the warlock. Not that it bothered him, having been aware of his magic his whole life, it was just a part of him, he didn’t know anything else, anything better than the magic that he could harness on a daily basis if he desired. Then she responded to his greeting, a knowing smile gracing his lips before he was able to stop it, though he didn’t bother to wipe it off his lips the moment he realized it had actually made itself known. Instead, he kept it on there then went ahead and shrugged as if he had been humbled by her words, like he hadn’t known he was flirting with her, “Oh? I think my definition and your definition of charmer might be different.” he winked, stuffing one hand into the pocket of the pants he happened to be wearing. Was she pretty? Course. Would he make a move? Who wouldn’t? Someone who wasn’t in their right mind, he thought, that was who. She couldn’t be older than him, if not the same age. He was going to hit 24 next year, so he figured though based on her maturity as well as her looks, somewhere around his age, though he highly doubted older. Maybe not, she could definitely pull being older than she appeared to be if she needed or wanted to go under the radar he assumed. Troy was keen on paying attention to this woman, as that also gave him lee-way with Mason later on when Mason became more aware of what had happened when Troy had taken over. An impish look fell on the male’s features when she then gave him her name, Savannah. He particularly enjoyed that name, suited her. Nodding his head, placing the name with the face quickly, Troy responded, “Savannah, a beautiful name, it definitely suits you.” Then, her smile. Her face was beautiful to begin with, but the smile seemed to only enhance that beauty on her features. It was quite a delicate, lovely smile. Sliding that in, Troy mused, “Make sure you smile often, it looks good on you.” Flirting? Easy, flirting was his middle name, depending on who you asked. Following her movements, seemed like she was fighting something, an internal battle. Was it the magic? He could only mull over it, as he refused to poke and prod her this early in a conversation. It could be, seeing as he felt his magic itching to lean forward and brush it with hers, as if to test her strength in her magic, see if she would be a thread later on or not. An eyebrow arched up into a gentle curve at her words, denying his nastiness. She had no idea then, though Troy swore, and cursed in his head, he and Mason were dissolving, he was more so than Mason, due to this therapy and bloody medicine. Every time he knew he was in control, he always made sure to go ahead and not take the medicine and not even consider the therapy that they went to on a weekly basis. “Oh, beautiful Savannah, I’d like to say I’m not, but I can get quite…interesting sometimes.” he spoke gently, a curious look falling on his features, testing the waters. He tended to do this, therefore weeding out the people who either wouldn’t put up with it, or couldn’t keep up. Most of the time it was either one, though in the back of his head, Mason was saying she was going to be one of those that would stick around, mainly because she wanted to or could. Or even had something to prove. But to who? Him? Certainly not, he had only just met her. Nevertheless, Troy’s eyes jerked to hers as she inquired why he was here. Honestly, he didn’t remember, Mason had had the reason, though had really refused to share that much information with Troy. “Damn him,” Troy thought silently, though he never took too long to answer. Instead, he gestured for her to sit, “Please, sit, make yourself comfortable. Or would you perhaps like to meet a nicer side of me and get something to much on?” There, he thought quietly. Make a move and see about a quick lunch or something. “Waste time, I suppose. I originally came out to do something, but it’s slipped my mind, I have you here now to replace that time, if you care to join me of course.” he emphasized once more, blue eyes locking onto her green ones, then he added, “What about you, Savannah? Out buying something for someone? Or just like others, out to poke around Manuka?”

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[savannah]

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She placed a hand on her dark hair and pushed it back over her shoulder as she listened to Troy start to talk again. The soothing sound of someone else's voice filled her ears. She felt like she could listen to someone else talk in this voice for days. The sweet dark voice that fit his form and figure almost perfectly as she looked at the handsome blonde. This was the type of guy she usually talked to through high school. Back when she was the innocent little lass. His personality was a turning point in the way he looked, but she couldn't really blame him on that part. Savannah all the time got her look and the person expected her to a straight up stuck up with her long raven hair and thin figure with her head held high, color contacts making the eyes gleam. Though color contacts really made it easier for her, she did look her best when the natural purple shown through, glistening and showing quite an appearance. Especially in the glittering sunlight. If it had just been the two of them, she might have taken them out to show them off, but every other human that was walking the streets would probably panic. Humans were easily panicked. One notice could cause a whole world destruction.

Though he seemed like the nice guy, she still watched him carefully. It was at the back of her mind kind of thing, as her face was solid and showed nothing but a smile along with the interest. Oh, definitely interest in the handsome man. His eyes when they sparked over in her direction made her so lost in them that she thought she wouldn’t catch what he was saying. It was a ridiculous thing to think about of course, as she knew, that it was all a part of the strange imagination. Not to mention it was horribly cliché to be using at a person at her level. Savannah couldn’t help it. She knew that she just leaned toward societies regular phrases because her lack of creativity prevented her from thinking of another one. Those with a creative skill running through their veins really had her always wondering. Always hoping and wanting to spend time with them just of the pure fact that the other person was creative. She watched them as if she were performing one of her experiments. Every observation was planted in her mind forever.

Different? She doubted it. Playfully of course. Though she was also fighting herself, the more the pair of them were talking, the more the fighting in her brain was starting to cease. It was as if it was easy enough just to let everything flow the way it was going. This was strange. It was as if she was going into something without a plan. That was somewthing extremely foregin to her. Savannah felt like things needed to be planned then go as planned. Getting off of the plan might have been the end of the world. That was only because she knew that if she didn't have a plan, nothing would get finished. If she had to tell herself she would get to it eventually, it would still be left alone because she knew her mind was always thinking about one thing at a time. Things like multitasking- which she thought required some creativity- were difficult in her world. Even non exsistant. Oh sometimes she felt like her mind was in multiple pieces that she wished she could just easily glue them back together.

With the same little smile she was wearing still, hoping that she didn't look like a complete idiot as she did so, "How so?" She asked with the playfullness still running through her voice. With her latino blood through her, it was easy for her to have a rich sounding voice, especially at times like these. The only part that really showed of her heritage was her raven black hair and her voice. Everything else seemed to be that of the typical white girl. It made sense though, considering she was a few generations off. Heritage and biology were one of her strong points in her logical studies. She was also hoping to be teaching something of the sort. Science and math. And unlikeable thing to be good at for a woman just how the brains worked. Something like that.

She felt a relief wave hit her. So she wasn't looking like an idiot smiling so damn much, according to Troy. It was hard not to smile when she saw such a handsome face say in such a rythmic tone that Savannah was beautiful. Her name and her looks were beauitful. Almost all the time, she had always heard the terms sexy and hot. They were compliments, of course, but it was such a nice recovery to hear the elegant words beauitful. As if she were elegant. It meant a lot more. The only reaction she showed though was the small comment with a tilt of her head, almost in an embarassed way. Savannah thought it was very odd of her to do something like that, considering she thought that she had far out grown that stage. Perhaps what he was saying was just throwing her offbalance in general, so all that could be done was go back to old habits. She was sure that she would figure out this life riddle later.

Interesting? Yeah, she supposed that she could be saying the same thing. That her act sometimes was interesting. Savannah tried not to be and really thought she was taking the high road on picking herself up on a path that she had chose to take. She was just thanfkul that she hadn't seen a lot of people that she had hooked up with in the past. The world was small and she found that Manuka had a large population from all over the place. So far it had only been one guy, and she figured that it in itself would be a miracle to see someone else. "We can all be interesting, Troy." She inquired, saying his name off of her lips, just trying to discover the way it sounded. It sounded melodic. She almost felt like skipping a little in her step, probably with the new sense of seeing who this person was and how much could happen in one afternoon.

For a moment, there was hesitation, but it didn't last very long at all. She turned on her heels, sitting down and having her legs crossed because of the turn that she made. As soon as she sat down by his invation, he asked if they could do something later. Savannah blinked for a couple of moments, staring forward as if thinking about it. An acutal lunch out. That was something she felt like she hadn't had in years at a time. It wasn't something she was really looking forward in starting, but for some reason, the exception came with this guy. Was it his dazzling smile along with his glittering blue eyes swiftly charming her with words? Perhaps. Savannah knew she had to remain strong. At the same time, her stomach lurched for the impulse of this little lunch out. "Since it has slipped yoru mind, I suppose I could fill that time." she said, as if she were forced to do so, but then counteracting with a grand smile. He went on to ask her and she half smiled, "Shopping for myself. I havne't been here long enough to go shopping for someone else." Which was very true. Savannah was pretty good about thinking about other people when she bought things, but she felt like she was still a newbie in this large town filled with others that have been there all their lives.

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